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Updated: June 17, 2025
You are no longer Towsley Towhead. You are Lionel Armacost. You are to have no further connection with Mother Molloy or any other objectionable person. Your home is now at Number One-thousand-and-one, Washington Avenue, West. Good night. I would like to kiss you, but your face is too dirty. To-morrow, at breakfast, when you are in proper condition, I will do so. Good-night."
So it happened that when Towsley opened his eyes, a few hours later, it was in a room whose comfort quite equalled that of the one from which he had fled, even though its furnishings were much plainer. And over his pillow leaned another woman wearing a snowy cap, far daintier in shape than had adorned Miss Lucy's gray curls.
If this young fellow gives you any trouble just let me know. I'll attend to his case, short order; with a dose of picra or some other disagreeable stuff! But I wish you both the compliments of the season and this way out, please. Say good-by to nurse Brady, Towsley Lionel Armacost, and don't forget that but for her care you might not be starting on a sleigh-ride now."
The doctor listened without interruption till after the tale was done; then he asked: "How about that wandering melody of kindness, eh, my boy?" "I don't know what you mean. I mean I I " Down in his warm heart Towsley did know, though he hated to acknowledge it. He tried to justify himself in his own eyes as well as in those of the good physician. "She hadn't any right to take away my clothes.
We newsboys lie around 'em, waiting for our papers, and sleep there till they're ready. Each of us has his own spot, and mine's an inside one, close to the wall of the building. You ain't so likely to get trod on if you're inside, and the whole crew's after my 'bed. If I shouldn't get there to look out for it, and another fellow got it, it'd be all day for Towsley.
She was promptly dismissed with the statement that Miss Armacost would herself attend upon the table, and the request to go to the third floor and make a warm bath ready there. Towsley was grateful for her departure, but suspicious of its object. Like most others of his class he hated water, save in summer when he could go swimming. However, he was not a boy who went half-way to meet trouble.
"I know!" cried Molly eagerly. "The very thing that first brought him here. Dear little Towsley wants to divide his skates!" Miss Lucy laughed such a merry, heart-young laugh, that everybody forgot her hair was white and laughed with her. "That's it, Molly; that's just it! We want to share our blessings. We will divide our skates, my dear; and we'll begin right away.
I'll run down to the basement entry and try that." So the reporter waited while the lad did so, and presently there came a sound of eager feet within the front hall, and the door was flung wide. It was Towsley, of course, and his face was flushed with excitement and indignation, as he exclaimed: "Come right straight in. Quick's you can. She's had a terrible time, I guess, and they've done it!"
As soon as the third piece had disappeared she gave him the fourth, and all that remained. "There!" she thought; "by the time that is gone he will have learned the fork lesson completely!" But the fourth quarter went slowly. Towsley eyed it lingeringly, even lovingly, yet the passes toward his crumby lips were few and far between.
He has been my constant companion for seventeen years and and Mary, help that boy to some of that cream. His eyes will come out of his head if he stares at it much longer. Give him plenty, and a big slice of cake." "Yes, mistress; but he does look as if he'd enjoy his victuals better if his face was washed first." Poor Towsley!
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